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SO's: None, because I lost the list of people*hugs everyone* Sorry!
Chapter 3
" Sorry ta hear dat, Cowboy," Race comforted, " I know wat its like ta have yer mudda die."
"Yeah, I'se sorry too, because if she was alive, I'd be in Santa Fe," He snarled at Race.
Race shrunk a little, " Sorry, Jack, didn't mean ta."
Jack smiled, " It's alright. Jist what me dad did gits me a lil upset."
*~*~*~*~*~ "Whatcha doin' Dad?" the now 6 year old Francis asked.
"None of yer Goddamned business, ya lil chump. Git along. Go find yer sister. Tell her its time ta eat."
Francis pushed his too-long brown hair out of his eyes, and called for his sister, " Charlotte! Time ta come in an eat dinna!"
The girl ran out of an alley. Her curly dark blond hair was streaming behind her, and she giggled. Never had she reminded him more of a fairy than now, " Only if you ken catch me, Jack!"
Jack, or Francis took another look at the shack he called home before sprinting towards the place where his sister stood. She shrieked when she spied him and took off. Eventually, he caught her and tackled her to the ground.
"Now, will ya come home? I'se getting hungry."
She dragged her little body up.
"Alright, she sighed, taking Francis' hand and leading him home.
When they got there, however, there father was inside, sitting at a table, his head in his hands and his eyes bloodshot.
"Daddy," Jane called.
He lifted his head up, and walked towards her. He picked her up, and hit her acroos the face.
Francis felt his anger boil and his face reddened.
"Leave her alone!" he shouted, running across the room, and attacking his legs.
His father picked him up and threw him across the room, landing next to the wall. Jane screamed, as did Francis, but their father continued to hurt them. Jane was hunched in a corner, barely breathing, when finally, a loud knock on the door was heard.
James ran into the back room, when the door burst open. Three uniformed men stepped inside. One stooped down to look at Francis, who, although hurt, was still chattering away to them.
The other two attempted to track down their father, but didn't succeed. The one tried to pick up Francis, but he yelled, " Charlotte!"
A cry was heard from her corner, and the other police turned to get her. She was pale and bruised, and he had to carefully lift her up.
"Where ya takin us?" Francis asked the policeman that held him.
"Prolly ta da Refuge." He shrugged.
Francis squirmed until the officer dropped him. He ran and got the book, the one his mother had, before running back to the police.
Together they went outside, but the police left them on a corner.
"Heah, kid, dis is where we're gonna leave ya. Wait heah while we git ourselves a pint, wontcha?"
Francis nodded, but when they were out of sight, he defiantly grabbed Charlotte's hand, and led her out of Manhattan.
"Wheah we goin?" she asked him.
"Away from heah. Let's go tra Santa Fe, and we'll be real cowboys den."
She smiled brightly, " As long as its jist us, Jack."
SO's: None, because I lost the list of people*hugs everyone* Sorry!
Chapter 3
" Sorry ta hear dat, Cowboy," Race comforted, " I know wat its like ta have yer mudda die."
"Yeah, I'se sorry too, because if she was alive, I'd be in Santa Fe," He snarled at Race.
Race shrunk a little, " Sorry, Jack, didn't mean ta."
Jack smiled, " It's alright. Jist what me dad did gits me a lil upset."
*~*~*~*~*~ "Whatcha doin' Dad?" the now 6 year old Francis asked.
"None of yer Goddamned business, ya lil chump. Git along. Go find yer sister. Tell her its time ta eat."
Francis pushed his too-long brown hair out of his eyes, and called for his sister, " Charlotte! Time ta come in an eat dinna!"
The girl ran out of an alley. Her curly dark blond hair was streaming behind her, and she giggled. Never had she reminded him more of a fairy than now, " Only if you ken catch me, Jack!"
Jack, or Francis took another look at the shack he called home before sprinting towards the place where his sister stood. She shrieked when she spied him and took off. Eventually, he caught her and tackled her to the ground.
"Now, will ya come home? I'se getting hungry."
She dragged her little body up.
"Alright, she sighed, taking Francis' hand and leading him home.
When they got there, however, there father was inside, sitting at a table, his head in his hands and his eyes bloodshot.
"Daddy," Jane called.
He lifted his head up, and walked towards her. He picked her up, and hit her acroos the face.
Francis felt his anger boil and his face reddened.
"Leave her alone!" he shouted, running across the room, and attacking his legs.
His father picked him up and threw him across the room, landing next to the wall. Jane screamed, as did Francis, but their father continued to hurt them. Jane was hunched in a corner, barely breathing, when finally, a loud knock on the door was heard.
James ran into the back room, when the door burst open. Three uniformed men stepped inside. One stooped down to look at Francis, who, although hurt, was still chattering away to them.
The other two attempted to track down their father, but didn't succeed. The one tried to pick up Francis, but he yelled, " Charlotte!"
A cry was heard from her corner, and the other police turned to get her. She was pale and bruised, and he had to carefully lift her up.
"Where ya takin us?" Francis asked the policeman that held him.
"Prolly ta da Refuge." He shrugged.
Francis squirmed until the officer dropped him. He ran and got the book, the one his mother had, before running back to the police.
Together they went outside, but the police left them on a corner.
"Heah, kid, dis is where we're gonna leave ya. Wait heah while we git ourselves a pint, wontcha?"
Francis nodded, but when they were out of sight, he defiantly grabbed Charlotte's hand, and led her out of Manhattan.
"Wheah we goin?" she asked him.
"Away from heah. Let's go tra Santa Fe, and we'll be real cowboys den."
She smiled brightly, " As long as its jist us, Jack."